Oh, that you should bring me the rose so beautiful! Helas! I may not wear one this night in the cafe! See, are they not beautiful here ?" She pulled her nightdress open considerably more than the average evening dress is cut away and put two or three of the blooms on her white bosom, putting her head on one side to see the result.

"Oui," she exclaimed, "je suis exquise! To-night I 'ave so many boys I do not know what to do! But I forget: I cannot go.

Je suis malade, tres malade.

You knew?
You are angry with me--is it not so ?" He laughed; there was nothing else to do.

"No," he said; "why should I be?
But I am very sorry." She shrugged her shoulders.